As the sun sets over the horizon,
The unruly band of brothers rides in,
Their guns ablazing with onlookers gazing,
To say the least the spectacle is amazing,
Their horses run speedily,
As their riders wait for the adrenaline greedily,
Their will be a shootout on this day,
The amount of damage none could say,
Some will live and some will die,
But no matter what the band will leave with their heads high,
When it is all over and done,
They have no regrets,
Not one.
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Young Guns Imagines, Preferences, and Poetry
PoesiaThis is a collection of a bunch of different stories, poems, and preferences about the Young Guns movies. I want to make it clear that I do not own anything from these movies. Neither the characters and storyline are mine in any way, nor are the pi...
